Eventually they decided on the fleshy upper area of their right arms. “When do you want to go get it done?” was Vic’s next question.
Matt didn’t have an answer for that. “Soon,” he assured his lover. Silently he added, Just as soon as I work up the courage to do it, or hell, as soon as I get drunk enough
Picking up that thought, Vic pressed Matt’s hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles. “We don’t have to do this,” he started.
But Matt shook his head, adamant. “We will.”
The idea had taken root in his mind. He wouldn’t let himself back down.
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